Category Archives: Head’s McCallie Years

Perhaps it was because he lacked the superior intellect required for an Ivy League Education that Ansel Head shunned German philosophy and Greek tragedies and gravitated instead towards Civil War battles. When he got older, he was heartened to learn … Continue reading →

No one in Ansel Head’s household rode motorcycles. Whenever the subject came up, Head’s mother would point to her adopted cousin, Delma, who was walking around on a wooden leg, his real one having been lost in a motorcycle accident … Continue reading →

Ansel Head’s first formal job was during his sixteenth summer. His father had taken him in an earlier year to a store opening in a nice neighborhood to run the cotton candy machine. Requiring little brain power, the task seemed appropriate … Continue reading →

“Thou shalt not commit adultery” was no where to be found in any etchings over any doors at McCallie but it’s dictum was pervasive. The school’s founder, a still breathing, still saving, still dominating but increasingly senile fundamental Presbyterian of … Continue reading →

Like all successful Achievers, Cadet Ansel Head was known to all teachers. Misfits were also known but did not draw the kind of attention that Achievers craved and Middle Classers avoided. Misfits were easily recognizable – ill kept rooms, dirty … Continue reading →

As was stated previously, baby boomer Ansel Head could not be shaken from enlisting in the Corps of Cadets at McCallie. To an outsider looking in, especially to an uneducated baby boomer, the Corps seemed a happy, homogeneous, and harmonious … Continue reading →

The Bible quote “Man cannot live by bread alone” is etched over the door in the old dining hall at McCallie. It was the cadet Ansel Head’s first encounter with education at the institution. How stupid, he thought. Why … Continue reading →

Houston Patterson was the reason the Ansel Head went to McCallie School in Chattanooga. His older pre-war brother had known Houston when Houston was a counselor at Camp Mondamin and his brother was a camper. During the winters, Houston … Continue reading →